Since the night I was born, I have been walking in the captivity of my enthusiasm. I'm not falling off this bridge because of a purpose, a hope. I still experience the betrayal of all my good intentions that have been eliminated. I survived the nights while waiting for the days, I forgot the days while struggling with the nights. I knew the rising sun, the setting sun was my contribution to life. All this is my homage to the sky, I stare for hours. I guess that's why I have that complexity inside of me. How can darkness be illuminated without touching the night?